The Woman From Hell

Frank's room looked to be the largest in this house, but the furnishings inside were very simple with only a table, two chairs, and a bed.

He pulled a chair down, gave it a few swats, and had me sit down. He smiled at me. "This is my room."

There was only a small mirror and a comb on the table.

Sighing, I looked at him. "Are we sharing the same bed?"

Hearing this, Frank quickly waved his hands. "No, no, I won't be so unruly before we get married. You sleep on the bed, I'll sleep on the floor. I have another quilt in the closet."

He opened the cabinet door as he said this and took out a quilt and bed sheet from inside before spreading them on the floor.

Frank seemed honest and responsible. I went to the bed and sat down on it. I glanced at the man on the ground. He had already laid down and closed his eyes as if he had fallen asleep.

sleepy and was thinking about how I could escape from this place. Before

Frank's voice persuading his mother. "Mom, she's from the city and just arrived here. She

his mother back. I heard the sound of the door opening

tone was rather foul. "You've slept enough. Go to the kitchen and make breakfast.

angry early in the morning is not good for your health. You should be careful." Aware that I was now living under someone else's roof, I could only

at the kitchen, I noticed that they

under the stove for a

the firewood in my hand was taken away. I looked up and saw that Frank had

you." I

taken aback for a moment. He then lowered his head and concentrated on lighting the

a few eggs. Then, I pushed Frank

all day long. I made poached eggs and two side dishes. Then, I squeezed